"Blood and Guns" (closed)

[SandS13]

Jenny

She smiled at the blonde. She did like the way the woman thought and for the moment was pleased that not only were they on the same page but Hannah was enthusiastic.

Jenny turned and found Maxwell talking to some men. She held up a finger to Hannah and moved over to her husband.

"Darling, Miss Tyler feels a headache coming on. I am going to take her to a room to let her rest." The men nodded as if they understood how fragile women could be. Maxwell met his wife's eyes. He could feel his cock twitch. He knew what this meant. The ladies were going to go upstairs and warm up as it were.

"Of course. I will come and check on you soon."

Jenny placed a kiss on her husband's cheek before turning and moving back to Hannah. She placed a hand on the blonde's back and ushered her to the stairs.

Maxwell watched the women as they moved upstairs. He was already imagining them undressing each other. He was picturing himself slipping into the room and settling into the chair that sat across from the bed. He wished they could slip out of the house and to Vance's cottage but it would be obvious with so many people here.

His mouth was dry and he found himself struggling to focus on the conversation.

Jenny showed Hannah to the room she and Maxwell had here at the ranch. It was spacious enough with a large bed, a wardrobe and a high back chair that sat almost directly across from the bed. Maxwell liked to be comfortable while he watched the action on the bed.

The door was closed behind the pair and Jenny slowly turned to face Hannah. She smiled and licked her lips.

 

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Lillian

His hands pulled her in against him as his lips met hers. Lillian's eyes closed and she leaned into him. As they kissed Vance's lips parted, his tongue touching her lip. Lillian moaned softly and her own lips parted, tongue tentatively touching his.

Her hands moved upwards finding his neck and her arms slowly encircled him.

Lillian kissed him back with a deep passion. She missed such intimate contact.

It was moments before Lillian broke the kiss and shivered. She was utterly breathless. Her knees felt weak and she was incredibly aroused.

"I-I should help you undress and then return to the party." Lillian was struggling to move away. She longed to have him undress her, lay her in the bed. Her mind filled with images and a blush stained her cheeks and crept down her neck. He was injured and she had only just given up her mourning.

She wouldn't ignore this attraction but she needed to keep her head.

 

[DeadManTyping]

"Darling, Miss Tyler feels a headache coming on. I am going to take her to a room to let her rest."

Hannah contemplated feigning a pained expression for the men but didn't. Maxwell knew why she was here tonight, so there was no reason to put on a show for him; and the other two men were strangers that she might never see again, so why bother.

"Of course. I will come and check on you soon."

Hannah gave the male half of the married pair a polite smile and a nod, as if to say she was looking forward to it. Honestly, though, she would have been just fine with having this entire evening with the female half and then, maybe, a follow up evening that included Maxwell.

But Hannah knew the couple's preferences and arrangements, so she was willing to go with them on it. It wasn't as if she wasn't interested in Maxwell or, for that matter, men in general. She liked cock just as much as Jenny presumably did. But if, for example, Maxwell had approached her at a party and showed his interest in having her and her alone, regardless of how much lust and fire had been burning within her, she likely would have told him no and go on to search for a second woman with her tastes.

The pair of women headed upstairs and into the married couples ranch house room. Hannah reached a hand out and gestured Jenny to her, and no sooner were they near than the former took hold of and pressed her mouth to the latter's neck. Her tongue wet her lips, her lips kissed eagerly: Jenny's neck, Jenny's collar bone, Jenny's bosom's upper curvatures.

"Turn," Hannah demanded, kissing Jenny's mouth just once but passionately before urging her to spin about. "I want you naked."

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Vance had his own arousal situation occurring as the pair held each other tightly and kissed so passionately. His cock had already been reminding Vance that it was awake before he'd taken her into his arms, and now it was stiff and vertical within his slacks, eager to be let out to play.

"I-I should help you undress and then return to the party."

Vance shouldn't have, but he laughed at that thought. Again, as with Lillian, he yearned to strip to nothing and take the dark hair beauty to her bed. He moved back just enough to allow her to slip his jacket off his shoulders and set it aside. He removed his own vest, then hesitated, studying Lillian for a moment before reaching out to take her in his arms for another passionate embrace.

 

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Jenny

Jenny moved close to Hannah. She gasped as the woman's mouth was on her neck. Hungry kisses peppered her neck, her collar bone and cleavage. Jenny marked the softness of the woman's lips. She also noted Hannah's perfume.

It was her first contact with a woman in such a situation and already Jenny was finding the appeal of the fairer sex. Her experience was that women were catty, competitive but as Hannah ordered her to turn Jenny realized that not all women were the same.

Her mouth met Hannah's but it was quick, too brief and Jenny whimpered softly as Hannah moved her, urging her to turn.

Jenny complied and turned so her back was to Hannah. She felt the woman undoing the buttons of the gown. The dress loosened to reveal her corset and other undergarments.

She slipped the garment down to her feet and her hands began working at the front of the corset to unhook it. Jenny turned as she worked and sought Hannah's mouth once more.

"Kiss me...kiss me again...your lips as so soft and I want more..." She was breathless with desire. The corset dropped to the floor leaving her in just the bloomers and camisole now. Women were expected to wear so many layers that it was infuriating at times.

"Kiss me and let me undo your dress."

 

[DeadManTyping]

Hannah worked feverishly to strip Jenny to her undergarments.

"Kiss me...kiss me again...your lips as so soft and I want more..."

Hannah did as asked, taking the other woman's cheeks into her hands as their mouths danced passionately together. Jenny's corset dropped, and Hannah lowered a hand to grope a full breast with eagerness.

"Kiss me and let me undo your dress."

"No," Hannah said, smiling at Jenny's reaction. She shifted the other woman putting her back to the bed before dropping to her knees. She tugged at the string holding the bloomers about Jenny's waist as she looked up and told her bluntly, "I want to put my mouth to you."

If Jenny did not stop her, Hannah would pull the redhead's last lower layer from her, lay her on her back on the bed, and -- on her knees before Jenny -- do what she did so well between the thighs of another woman.

 

[SandS13]

Lillian

He laughed. It wasn't hard or cruel but still a laugh. Lillian looked down at his chest as she eased the jacket from his shoulders and arms. When he was free of the garment Lillian stepped away to hang it on the back of her dressing chair.

She was struggling to control her emotions, her desire. She wanted to just give in, to as him to undress her, to lay her on the bed but she couldn't. He was injured, he was still at risk of infection and if that happened, death. Lillian could not bear the idea that she might cause that. She steeled herself and turned to help him with his vest and shirt.

Vance was already undoing his vest. He started to remove it by stopped. Lillian feared pain had hit him and she stepped in out of concern but found herself in his arms once more.

Without meaning to, forgetting her earlier resolve, Lillian raised her face and kissed him once more. Her body pressed against him and she cursed the numerous layers of her skirt that kept her some distance from him.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head so he could kiss her fully, deeply again. She was drowning in him.

She moaned and it was the sound of her own voice that brought her back to the present.

"We...you are hurt. You should be in bed. I am being unthinking..." Lillian was struggling to get her breathing and pulse under control. "I want - but you - " She was fumbling over her words now.

She stepped away, just a little and brushed a hand along her forehead. "Vance, I should let you rest." She didn't sound convinced.

 

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Jenny

She wanted to feel the woman's skin. Jenny wanted to touch her and explore the soft body of a woman. Her arousal and curiousity was heightened by this new experience.

Hannah kissed her and Jenny enjoyed the feeling of her lips. A small hand moved over her breast. Jenny moaned softly. It was going to be difficult but it was important for them to be covert. Jenny would have to restrain her reactions.

Her lips parted in surprise as Hannah told her no and undid her bloomers. The suggestion she wanted to put her mouth on her shocked Jenny. She looked at the blonde as if questioning if that was really what Hannah wanted to do.

The eyes that looked back at her caused the muscles in her abdomen to clench.

"Yes." It was a quiet, hoarse sound. Jenny moved, bloomers loosening from her hips to fall down to her feet. She stepped out of them as she moved backwards to the bed. A hand reached for Hannah, beckoning her closer.

Her mind was a whirl of thoughts but her sex begged to be touched. Jenny imagined those soft lips kissing the skin above her sex.

 

[DeadManTyping]

The passion was growing, deepening between Vance and Lillian. He held her body tight to his with arms on her back, and she held his face to hers, extending the kiss with her hands at his head and neck. But, although each of them wanted so much more, it just wasn't to be: not now, not here.

"Vance, I should let you rest."

Vance hesitated before -- as unconvincingly as she had been -- he agreed with Lillian, telling her, "And you should return to your party."

He remained where he was, knowing that if he approached her again he would try to remove her clothing as she had been removing his. "Good night ... Miss Stewart."

He spoke the last word with emphasis and a smile, reminding her that she was no longer in mourning nor longer a married woman. He moved to and opened the door wide, to ensure that anyone who might be near would see that they were both still very appropriately dressed.

After she was gone and the door again closed, Vance looked about the room for a moment ... then took in a deep breath. Her perfume lingered ... as did another scent from her, this one resulting from the wetness that her lust for him had caused between her thighs. He drew another deep breath, closing his eyes ... fantasizing. Soon, he thought to himself hopefully. Soon.

 

[DeadManTyping]

Hannah could see the desire building in Jenny's face. She smiled, waiting for the woman's invitation.

"Yes."

The blonde pulled the bloomers from the redhead's waist. They fell away, leaving Jenny bared from the waist downward. Hannah caressed her hands over the other's thighs, then around to firm buttocks as she leaned in to kiss cool flesh to the left of the patch of kinky red curls, then to the right.

"Sit down," Hannah whispered, urging Jenny back to the edge of the bed. "I want to touch you."

Once Jenny was on the mattress, Hannah moved forward and used gentle hands to push her knees apart. She looked to Jenny's crotch, finding the pink folds amongst the fair skin of her thighs and caressing a hand upward until the length of her longest finger lay between within them. As she wetted it, the tip began toying with the swollen pleasure nub above it.

"Direct me," Hannah told her. "Tell me what feels good, Jenny. I want you to scream..."

 

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Jenny

Hannah's hands were so soft. They were on her thighs and Jenny marked how small and different they were from a man's hands.

The blonde kissed the skin on either side of her pubic mound before telling her to sit.

Jenny did and when Hannah parted her knees, she allowed it. There was a moment of hesitation, a glimmer of doubt that woman truly wanted this and had another motive but it was gone the moment Hannah laid her hand on her thigh and moved it over her mound.

Jenny's head went back and she softly moaned as a finger rubbed at the small bundle of nerves that was sure to drive her to ecstasy.

"Rub slowly, bring me to the brink and then stop...I want to feel it build and build until I am begging for release..."

 

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Lillian

She was glad Vance agreed. Lillian wasn't positive she would have been able to stop a third meeting of their lips. In truth she didn't want to stop but there was so much to consider. Primarily there was his injury.

"Good night Mr Hamilton." She gave him a warm smile before exiting the opened door. She hoped he would be able to manage the rest of his clothing alone.

It was only when she had returned to the guests that she remembered that her night clothes were in her room. She made a mental note that Tilly and perhaps Johnathan might be best to get them. She did not trust herself. Not tonight.

The party was slowly winding down. There was food and drink, lots of conversation but eventually people grew weary and made their exits. By the time the clock showed 11:30 pm all the guests were gone and only family remained in the parlour.

Mabel and Benjamin bid the younger members a good night. Maxwell looked antsy to leave and followed his parents up shortly after. Lillian was not sure where Laurence had gone but she was told that his parents had already retired to their rooms. She assumed he had as well.

She asked Johnathan to escorted Tilly into her room to fetch a night gown, her dressing robe and her book. They did so quietly, telling Lillian that Vance was resting. In the water closet, with Tilly's help Lillian changed from her dress. She donned her night gown and robe, let loose her hair and settled on the chaise lounge in the parlour to read for a time.

Lillian pulled a blanket over her legs and focused on her book. It had been quite the night but despite the names and faces of all those she had met her primary focus was the memory of how Vance had kissed her. Even now her cheeks flushed and abdomen tightened with the memory. Bruce had kissed her passionately and she had found herself aroused by him but nothing like what Vance stirred in her.

Lillian tried to quiet her mind of such thoughts and read but it proved difficult.

 

[DeadManTyping]

Hannah smiled as she watched Jenny head fall back and her breasts begin rising and falling to the service her clit was receiving. She loved this: pleasuring women. Oh, she liked men well enough. But the feel of a woman's body against her ... the look and sound of a woman in ecstasy because of her own touch ... oh, those were the things that filled Hannah's life with joy, satisfaction, and a feeling of accomplishment.

"Rub slowly, bring me to the brink and then stop...I want to feel it build and build until I am begging for release..."

Hannah did precisely as Jenny asked. She kept her eyes on the redhead's reactions ... to the expression on her face ... to the movement of her body ... to the sounds continuing to accelerate in volume and intensity as the treatment of the little nub of sensitive flesh continued.

Finally moving in closer between Jenny's thighs, Hannah found the woman's pussy with her lips. She kissed the wet fold softly, then licked their full length just as gently.

"Do you like this?" she asked, putting her tongue to Jenny's clit for a moment, then asking, "Do you want me to do this?"

 

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Jenny

Jenny was panting as Hannah touched her. Her finger was rubbing her clit in such painstaking focus that she felt that when she did finally orgasm it would be so intense she might burst.

She felt breath on her skin and then touch. Not with a finger but softer and then strong and wet. Hannah had licked along the lips of her sex. Jenny shivered under the touch.

Never had anyone licked her. Men wanted fingers and cock in her wetness but never a tongue or lips. Never.

Jenny lifted her head and looked towards the blonde between her thighs. She watched as Hannah ran her tongue over the bundle of nerves that was her clit. Jenny's eyes went wide, lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath.

Hannah looked beautiful and the sight of her there with her mouth so close to her most intimate area drove her arousal higher.

"Yes...Yes I do....Don't stop...please." The last was plea. She wanted more, wanted this woman to keep going to bring her to a climax. Jenny wanted her to undress and press her soft body to hers.

 

[DeadManTyping]

It wasn't long after Lillian's departure from his room that Vance detected a new sound amongst all the others that had been competing for his beyond-human hearing. He once again blocked out all the noise and focused in ... to find himself listening to the unforgettable sound of Jenny Stewart in the throes of passion. He concentrated a bit more, searching the vibrations in the air for clues as to exactly who was causing the woman so much pleasure, her husband or the woman from the hallway earlier who had obviously been offering up her services to the married couple.

Then Vance heard...

Do you like this? ... Do you want me to do this?"

Well, that certainly wasn't Maxwell Stewart's voice. Vance smiled, happy to know that Jenny's desire to make this night as special for herself as it had been for Lillian was a desire being filled. Vance cocked his head a bit more, listening to the conversation between the two women in the room across the hall and two doors down. He heard Jenny's response...

"Yes...Yes I do....Don't stop...please."

The moans and soft sighs escaping Jenny were easy for Vance to hear, and he smiled devilishly as he thought about how they might very well become audible to the others -- the normal folk -- if the pleasure this woman was causing Jenny continued. Vance wouldn't have worried too much about the sounds and the thoughts which might arise in Jenny and Maxwell's other family members. Certain, the couple had been heard having sex before, and certainly the others had either been humored and chuckled about it or appalled and covered their heads with their pillows. But certainly, no one had been surprised by it. After all, young married couples typically fucked, and -- as Vance well knew himself -- Jenny and her husband had a very active sex life, something of which the other Stewarts had to be aware.

But Vance was worried, because as he cocked his head a bit more listen for evidence of Maxwell's presence in the room, he actually caught the man's voice not upstairs in the bedroom but downstairs on the porch. Vance moved closer to the window and craned to listen, discovering that the Stewart man was engaged in a conversation with a ranch hand about a cow that was having labor complications.

"Take me to her," Maxwell told the man. The sound of their boots hurrying down the steps reached Vance's ears, as did Maxwell's last words to the man, "But you're going to have to handle this yourself. I have to speak to my father before I retire for the evening."

Vance knew that was a white lie: Maxwell knew -- or, at least, believed -- that his wife and that other woman, Hannah, were waiting patiently for his arrival so that they could get started with their fun. Fun, Vance knew, that was going to suddenly become an issue if Jenny's cries of pleasure gained any more volume than they'd already attained.

A thought occurred to Vance: did the Stewart Family already know of Jenny and Maxwell's rather interesting sexual arrangement? Vance hadn't asked about it. And they certainly hadn't offered an answer. Maybe it was already well known and either reluctantly tolerated or willingly accepted. Naaa, Vance didn't see that at all.

He went to his door, listened for movement outside, and hearing nothing made his way down the hall to the bedroom door behind which the sounds of joy were emanating. He hesitated a moment, contemplating all the responses the two women might have to his sudden intrusion. And then he entered, quietly but not without being quickly noticed, first by Hannah, then by Jenny. The former barely showed him any attention at all, only glancing his way with a smile, then returning her mouth to the latter's pussy to once again resume her work there.

"I'm here to help," Vance whispered to Jenny, holding an extended index finger to his lips. He closed the door behind him, leaving it unlocked as it had been, and crossed to the bed, sitting near Jenny to lean over and press his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss. When their mouths separated, he told her what he knew she needed to know. "You must hold it in ... hold the pleasure in. You can do it, Jenny. Save the pleasure. Maxwell is on his way. He'll be here soon. He'll be here with you soon."

His words were as much a warning to Jenny not to yet cum as it was a request to Hannah not to drive the Stewart woman to orgasm too soon.

"Undress me," Hannah said before returning her tongue to Jenny's sensitive folds.

Vance looked back to Jenny for direction.

(OOC: This all takes place before Tilly comes to Vance's room for Lillian's clothes.)

 

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Jenny

She wasn't immediately aware that Vance had entered the room. She was so close to the brink of her climax that she was aware of very little else but the way Hannah was touching her.

The whisper that he was here to help jarred her from her pleasure and Jenny stiffened. She had been so close but now it was tempering off.

"You cannot be in here. We are warming up for Maxwell." Jenny sat up a little more, pulling her body from Hannah. She was looking at Vance. "He knows we are in here and you should not be. You are injured."

She looked down at Hannah. "Come, I will undress you and then we will lay close as we wait for Maxwell."

Jenny moved, taking Hannah's hand and helping her to stand. She looked back at Vance. "Go, rest. I will not be the one to explain why your wound is not healed because you choose to come in here."

While they had wanted to enjoy his company the day of the shooting they had also known it would not happen until he was fully healed. He had almost died. Maxwell would also have to explain to Vance that he could not come to their room when he choose, that wasn't how this arrangement worked. They were entertaining Hannah. How that went was between them, not Vance. While she understood the sentiment of his action it had been presumptuous. There were rules.

She waited for him to leave before she began to undress Hannah.

 

[DeadManTyping]

"You cannot be in here. We are warming up for Maxwell."

Vance understood the rules concerning Jenny and Maxwell's arrangement, of course. And he hadn't meant to violate them either. He shouldn't have kissed Jenny upon entering the room. It had seemed an intent to join the fun, but it had actually been to silence the sounds of joy escaping from her lips.

"He knows we are in here and you should not be. You are injured."

Damn! This feigning to still be ailing was continually coming back to bite Vance on his ass. If he'd known he was going to be turned away from sex for his own health, he wouldn't have feigned such misery when he stepped out of the room an hour earlier.

Jenny got closer to Hannah, telling her...

"Come, I will undress you and then we will lay close as we wait for Maxwell."

Vance backed away toward the door, watching the pair. Jenny began to work at the back of Hannah's dress, working loose the buttons that were freeing her bosom from the restraint of the blouse. Hannah's eyes were on Vance, a devilish smile upon her lips. He had no doubt that if Jenny were to allow it, Hannah would like him to be their third ... or even their fourth if Maxwell were to arrive quickly.

Jenny went on, showing her concern for his already healed injuries...

"Go, rest. I will not be the one to explain why your wound is not healed because you choose to come in here."

"Maxwell went to the stables to look in on a cow stressed in labor," Vance informed them as he reluctantly backed to the door. He reached for the handle, ready to leave the two to their personal business.

"Wait," Hannah said softly, catching the man's attention. She'd been unbuttoning the sleeves of her top as Jenny had been loosing the back. With her gaze set firmly upon Vance's eyes -- which were firmly set upon her bosom -- Hannah pulled the top forward and down. Underneath, she wore nothing else above the waist, exposing her fair skinned breasts and their large pink nipples to the lustful gaze of the gunslinger. She smiled, and after a long moment finally said as she turned to embrace Jenny in a passionate kiss, "You may leave now, Mister Hamilton."

Vance didn't want to leave obviously, watching the two kiss while continuing to work Hannah out of her skirt and other garments. But with Jenny's obvious desire for him to be gone, Vance reluctantly did as requested, listening for shuffling feet before opening the door, then checking the hall for prying eyes after he had cracked the barrier.

He was surprised to see Tilly and Johnathan at his door, the latter knocking softly, then louder, then opening it to announce himself and his reason for the disturbance. Vance waited until both of them were inside the room, then crossed the hall to enter the second floor's water closet. He shed his shirt and pants, then opened the door that attached to his -- Lillian's -- bedroom in time to find Johnathan looking about for him with a curious expression while the servant dug through a dresser for Lillian's clothes. Johnathan explained what they were doing there, asked how Vance was feeling, and -- without any reason to expect he wasn't telling the full truth -- excused themselves and turned to leave.

"Where is Lillian?" Vance asked Johnathan with a casual tone.

Johnathan looked to Tilly for the answer, and the servant answered that she thought the woman had gone downstairs again, possibly to the den or parlor. He waited for the pair to begin descending the stairs again before returning to his room to don a more casual set of clothes. He wore the hat, coat, and boots in which he'd arrived in Willow Springs a couple of weeks earlier, yet every thing else -- shirt, pants, even the underwear -- had been replaced after each had been bloodied at one time or another by fist, knife, or bullet wounds. But he'd been fortunate that his shopper -- presumably Jenny, who liked to dress him as much as she liked to undress him -- had found additional pieces very similar to his destroyed clothes. Vance was a man who knew what he liked and liked little else, which made shedding the so-not-his-color suit Maxwell's wife had purchased such a relief.

He opened the French style doors leading out onto the second floor bedroom's balcony and -- unable to see the barns from here -- set his hearing for Maxwell. He caught the man talking to the ranch hand as they ascended the stairs to the home, waited for the latter man to again clear the area, then very easily and silently leaped from the landing down to land neatly on his feet on the packed earth before the first level porch.

He hesitated in his crouched position for a moment, looking and listening for others. But the evening about the ranch was pretty much ended. There were the evening sounds of the animals, both domestic and wild: the soft mooing of the cattle in a field to the east; the low, mellow hooting of an owl in the grove to the west. Vance tilted his head at a very specific angle, smiling to the sound of Maxwell telling the women now naked in his bed that he was sorry he was late.

He rose to height, then made his way to the steps that rose to the veranda just outside the parlor. Despite the reflection of the low lying moon upon the French doors of the room, Vance could see Lillian beyond them as clearly as if that moon had been hovering over her head. She was so beautiful, with her hair down and her face aglow in the light of a nearby oil lamp.

Vance ascended to the porch quietly, tested the doors' handles just as silently, and -- finding them unlocked -- opened them slowly. The movement or the change in air pressure caught Lillian's attention, and she looked to Vance just as told her, "Don't be frightened, Lilly. It's just me ... Vance."

He was sure she would be surprised not only by his presence but by the fact that he was in his work clothes downstairs and not his pajamas upstairs. And he was wearing his Colt, something he obviously hadn't done since using it last ... and getting a bullet through his thigh.

He would ignore Lillian's concerns as he crossed slowly toward her, weaving in almost total silence despite the hard soled boots through the chairs and tables until he was standing before her. He moved closer, slipping a hand around her waist to pull her face to his ... and -- unless she stopped him -- he would kiss her with a passion they hadn't experienced with one another as of yet.

 

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Jenny

She worked on Hannah's clothes, freeing her soft skin from the material. As the door closed Jenny removed the blonde's skirt. Now, she remained dressed on top and Hannah on the bottom. Her breasts were bare and Jenny moved to the front to view them. She sucked in her breath as she looked over the pale flesh and pink nipples. They were larger than her own and Jenny felt the urge to touch and lick them.

"Come...let us lay in the bed...I wish to slowly touch you as we wait..."

 

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Lillian

She sat in the parlour, blanket on her legs in her nightgown and robe reading her book. Lillian heard her cousin come in but did not get up to speak to him. She heard his distant footsteps on the stairs and they faded away.

Lillian turned back to her book, stifling a yawn.

The slight breeze and change in temperature caught her attention. Fear gripped her as she realized the door was unlocked and the last time she had been in this room, at night...

Lillian thought for a moment that she must be dreaming, perhaps fallen asleep while reading. Vance was approaching her, calling her Lilly and stating not to be afraid.

Surprise and confusion moved over her face as she stood, dropping her book and blanket. She had to be dreaming. Must be. Vance was dressed in his usual style with his gun at his waist. Lillian assured herself she was dreaming as Vance was upstairs in her bed. Tilly had told her that he had been there when she retrieved her night dress. He was injured, the wound grave. There was no way he could be there with her in the parlour.

Vance moved towards her. Lillian couldn't hear his footsteps. Dreams were strange things.

Then he pulled her in. It was hard, passionate and as his mouth found hers Lillian realized it was real, not a dream.

She kissed him back, her arms circling his neck. She was breathless but she didn't want the kiss to end. Lillian moaned and leaned into Vance.

 

[DeadManTyping]

"Come...let us lay in the bed...I wish to slowly touch you as we wait..."

"Wait," Hannah said softly, pulling Jenny to her for a passionate kiss. It was soft at first, but horribly erotic, with mouths open wide, tongues playing at their tips, and Hannah's hands on the other woman's head and cheeks, holding her, ensuring she did not pull away. The blonde turned Jenny away from her and began working the buttons on the back of her blouse, just as Jenny has her own. She pulled the blouse off, leaving the Stewart woman naked before her. "Lay down. I'll join you in a moment."

Hannah's lower wardrobe had been designed for such a moment. With just the pull of a single button and then a binding, everything from her waist down -- with the exception of her mid-thigh high stockings fell to the floor. She stepped her black leather boots -- reaching almost to her knees, laced to and fro dozens of times across her shins -- out of the gathered clothing and moved forward to press into Jenny's womanly form, kissing her passionately yet again before begging, "I want your mouth between my thighs. Will you do that for me?"

The door opened with less quiet than it had under Vance's guidance, and Maxwell from at the sight of the two women embracing one another in near nudity. Maxwell's cock, which had already been coming alive even as he ascended the stairs, suddenly began to harden to full stiffness.

And suddenly, though his only goal for this evening had been for he and Hannah to make love to Jenny ... suddenly Maxwell wanted to sink his cock deep into the offered pussy of the woman whose bared ass was in the air above his wife's naked form.

 

[DeadManTyping]

Lillian's face had been filled with confusion when Vance took her into his arms. But the way she met his mouth and tongue in the kiss told him that she knew where she was, what she was doing, and what she wanted from him.

He wrapped his second arm around her waist as the kiss persisted, letting the first one slide down to grasp a young, firm buttock. He squeezed it, pulling her upwards to her toes. She felt nearly naked with only her robe and sleeping gown containing her form. Did she feel his manhood -- fully swollen -- pressing against her belly? Vance didn't see how she could miss it.

"I want you," he whispered between kisses. He lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing and biting at it, though only with his normal teeth this time. He murmured to her after kissing her mouth again, "Come with me ... to my cottage. Be with me, Lilly. Please."

 

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Jenny

The kiss ignited the fire of her arousal once more. The interruption of Vance had tempered it but now Hannah fanned it, made it grow hot once more.

Jenny let her hands roam over the blonde's neck and collar bones. So soft... She found herself wanting to touch all of Hannah.

The kiss was broken, her top clothing removed and a now naked Jenny crawled onto the bed. She watched as Hannah finished undressing until all that remained were stockings and boots. Hannah came to her and Jenny sighed as the blonde pressed her body into her.

She had never done what Hannah asked before. She had never touched another woman but she wanted to, desired to. Hannah had introduced to a new element of arousal.

"Yes..." Jenny pulled Hannah in and kissed her. Now she let her hands freely touch the blonde.

When Maxwell entered Jenny broke the kiss. "Sit darling...enjoy the view for now..."

Maxwell sat in the plush chair and watched as Jenny resumed kissing and touching Hannah. She let her hand roam over the blonde's breast. The feel, the weight and the way the pert nipple ran over her palm made Jenny moan into Hannah's mouth.

Her hand began to move down over Hannah's stomach until she was just above her sex. Tentatively, slowly, Jenny let her hand move over the lips of Hannah's sex.

 

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Lillian

Vance's other arm moved about her, holding her firmly against him. She was on tip toe now, her whole body pressed into him. She felt her pulse race. Lillian felt the wetness form between her thighs. She realized that without all the layers of her dress and undergarments she could feel Vance's arousal pressing against her body through his clothes.

So many questions, how was he here or dressed? He was injured yet he seemed fine...

All those questions died as he stated he wanted her and asked her to go to his cottage with him. Lillian thought she might melt or buckle in his arms as he kissed her neck. She felt his teeth play on her skin. She bit back a loud moan.

"Va-yes-" She wanted to protest, to remind him that she was only hours out of her mourning and that they weren't married. Desire over ruled all. She wanted him as much as he seemed to desire her. She didn't want to think about the consequences, she didn't want to think about anything. For once Lillian just wanted to given in to her desires.

 

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Hannah smiled with delight as Jenny responded to the request that she go down on her with a simple and quick...

"Yes..."

Hannah heard the door and looked over again, wondering whether it was a persistent and lustful Vance again or the man responsible for making this happen in the first place. She was pleased to see Maxwell, his eyes wide and his tongue lightly wetting his lips. She rolled over to her back next to the man's wife as she told Maxwell...

"Sit darling...enjoy the view for now..."

He did as told after moving the chair a bit more to the left. Maxwell hoped he knew what was coming, and he thought that this slightly more advantageous position would give him a better view of which ever of the women was being pleased down there.

As he watched, Jenny kissed and caressed and groped and licked the blonde's perfect body. Hannah's form was so different from his wife's in many ways, and it was tantalizing to see these physically different women engaged as they were before him.

As Jenny's hand found Hannah's pussy, the latter woman drew a sudden, deep breath of excitement, turning her head hard to the left to look at Maxwell for his reaction. As the Stewart woman began pleasuring her, Hannah -- still staring at an entranced Maxwell, who gaze was firmly upon the hand toying between her own thighs -- began giving the other woman instructions, from harder to softer, up and down to left and right, and the occasional, "Inside me ... put your fingers inside me ... oh ... wet them, oh yes ... wet them ... now, touch me there again."

With touch me there again, the blonde reached to Jenny's hand and guided her fingers back to her clitoris. Finally, as her chest was rising and falling more significantly, Hannah looked to Jenny, licked her dry lips, and with pleading eyes begged, "Put your mouth on me, Jenny. Please for God's sake, put your mouth on me. I'll tell you what to do."

 

[DeadManTyping]

"Va-yes-"

Vance didn't hesitate. He leaned and swept Lillian easily up into his arms, as he had that first night when he'd saved her from the Iron Club men who had attacked the ranch house and attempted to rape her. He turned her and was about to head for the still open French doors when the door to the parlor opened. He looked to find a shocked Tilly standing there, her hands to her mouth in shock at the sight of the supposedly injured man in black about to carry away her mistress.

"Miss Lillian has gone to her room to sleep," Vance said in an even tone to the servant, his Dream ability exploding from him toward the woman like an unfelt hurricane.

Tilly's wide, shocked eyes seemed to ease, and her hands slowly lowered to her sides as she repeated, "Miss Lillian has gone to her room to sleep."

"She is not to be disturbed in her room ... nor am I in mine," he continued, moving slowly the woman's way.

"She is not to be disturbed in her room," Tilly again began repeating Vance's words, finishing, "nor are you, Mister Vance, in your room."

"I was never here..."

"You were never here..."

"Go, Tilly ... sit in the foyer ... if anyone arises...?"

"Miss Lillian has gone to her room to sleep," she recapped, "as have you ... neither of you are to be disturbed ... and you were never here."

"You are a faithful servant, Tilly," Vance said as he turned and headed for the French doors, "and you will be shown appreciation for your loyalty."

As Vance headed them out the doors to the veranda, carrying Lillian as easily as if she were a small child, Tilly followed behind them to close the doors against the evening chill, saying mostly to herself, "I am a faithful servant ... and I will be shown appreciation for my loyalty."

 

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She was slow, careful. This was uncharted territory for her but Hannah was a wonderful teacher. Her fingers moved along and then into Hannah's sex. Her folds were soft, warm and wet. Jenny felt her own desire growing.

As Hannah told her where to touch and how, Jenny did all the woman stated. Her body pressed against Hannah. She kissed and slid her fingers into the depth of the woman's sex. The inner walls were hot and slick. She moaned against Hannah's mouth. Her tongue danced along Hannah's only breaking the contact of their lips to let Hannah show her, tell her to stroke her clit. The nub was hard and Jenny rolled it between her fingers. She knew how sensitive it could be.

Jenny stared into Hannah's eyes as the blonde began to beg her to put her mouth on her sex, like Hannah had done to her. Jenny wanted Hannah to do that to her again but first...

Jenny nodded and moved slowly down Hannah's body. She kissed down her neck, pausing on Hannah's breast to lick at her nipple. She shivered as the bud tightened under the muscle of her tongue. Lower still she kissed along soft stomach skin and then found herself at the hair of Hannah's pubic mound. Mimicking Hannah's earlier actions she kissed the mound before moving a little lower.

She was kneeling now between Hannah's legs. She parted her knees, giving Maxwell a glimpse of her wet sex and ass. Jenny let her knees close and she laid down so Maxwell could see as his wife experienced licking a woman for the first time.